Reveal the Heart

"If it's meant––let it rise. If it's not let it rest."

Dear Abba,

Reveal my heart.

Not the version I dress up.

Not the one I present when I'm strong.

But the one that still hides questions behind confidence and wounds behind wisdom.

Show me what's really in me––

The parts I've buried, the desires I don't fully understand.

The fears that disguise themselves as discernment, and the pride that calls itself protection.

Let me see if I'm waiting in faith or just clinging to a fantasy I created.

Let me know if what I'm calling love is actually attachment or something sacred.

And God––while you're revealing my heart...

Reveal the heart of others too.

Not to shame or expose, but to bring clarity, alignment, and truth.

Show me what I carry, what they carry,

What I hide, what they hide,

What I fear, and what they fear,

and whether I'm just a soft place to land...

Reveal the promises we carry that were never meant to be kept.

If our words say one thing but our actions say another––reveal all of it.

If they love the idea of me more than the reality of me––reveal that.

If I've been holding onto hope that You didn't place in me––reveal that.

I don't want to chase what isn't mine, or water what You've already told me to release.

But I also don't want to miss what's real––

out of fear, pride, or misunderstanding.

So reveal.

Uncover.

Align

And heal.

Because I'm ready to love real.

Live whole,

And see clearly.

Even if what You show me changes, everything I thought I wanted.

Lover your daughter,

with an open heart and open hands.